...about old books.
What is it
about a book
crumbling in your hand
that makes you suddenly feel like
you are
standing on holy ground?
You pause,
staring at the bits of dust
lying there in your hand;
bits of time,
bits of history,
bits of knowledge,
shivering there
in your hand.
You feel as though
you hold something
divine
and you stand there
staring.
And you brush your hands together
and
it's
gone.
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